Hanna stared out of the window for nearly the whole duration of the flight. Occasionally, a tear slipped from her eye, but she quickly wiped them away. It had been less than 4 hours since she'd seen Caleb, but she was already missing him like crazy. They hadn't even been back together for a week and she was already back to her old ways: madly in love. It didn't suit her, she didn't like being this hung up on someone, but she loved Caleb more than words. Crazy was the only word to describe it.

The blonde stepped off the plane and followed her fellow passengers to baggage claim. There, she found Spencer, already there and waiting with a cart for her bags. Spencer, who Hanna had calculated to be over 14 weeks, had a slight bump showing through her tight Ralph Lauren shirt. Hanna felt a twinge of jealously; she had never gotten the chance to have a bump.

"Hanna!" Spencer called out. She waved enthusiastically.

Well, Hanna thought. She doesn't seem too angry.

On the flight, when she was thinking about Caleb, Hanna was thinking about how angry Spencer would be that she'd stayed in Rosewood for longer than anticipated. But thankfully, it didn't seem to be too much.

Hanna repositioned her carry-on on her shoulder and hastily hurried to her friend. As she met her, Spencer engulfed her in a big hug. Hanna caught a whiff what she could guarantee was Chanel No. 5; Spencer had been wearing it since 10th grade. It got a bit much, and Hanna's nose tickled. She pulled away and sneezed twice.

"Sorry," Hanna said as she wiped her nose. When she knew she wasn't going to sneeze again, she straightened herself up and smiled at Spencer. "I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too! Well actually, I've missed not having to run a business by myself. But I suppose I've missed you," the brunette replied. Hanna playfully slapped her friend's arm and noticed dozens of being heading to the conveyer belt. She followed, bringing Spencer and the cart with her. Hundreds of bags moved around and around until Hanna finally spotted one of her many. The first to arrive was her black, leather Michael Kors one and she quickly pulled it off. She'd forgotten how heavy it was, and nearly toppled over. "Jesus, Han. How much stuff have you got in there?"

"I don't know. You brought most of it to me!" Hanna exclaimed, getting defensive. Before Spencer could tell her she was only joking, Hanna spotted another case. She lunged forwards, pushing a man in an expensive suit out of the way. It was her vintage Dior travel bag, that was filled to the brim with all her makeup and hair equipment. She handed it to Spencer, hoping it wasn't too heavy for her. Finally, her Burberry case came round and she heaved it off the belt. As Hanna loaded it on, she huffed, "Right, that's the last one."

"Are you sure? This doesn't seem enough for you, Han," Spencer said sarcastically. Hanna ignored her comment and pushed against the cart full of her luggage. It didn't budge. "Do you need me to help with that?"

"Nope," Hanna puffed. She pushed harder, putting all her might into making it move. This was a lot easier when Caleb was pushing. When it finally started moving, Hanna breathed a sigh of relief. "I've got it."

Eventually, the two women made it to the car Spencer had been using here in Dallas. Hanna slowly filled the trunk up with her things and made her way to the front, where she plonked herself in the passenger seat. Spencer sat in the driver's seat and shoved the keys into the ignition. Soon, the car was cruising through the streets of north Texas, and Hanna stared out of the window as she watched the people walk by.

"So this is Dallas, huh?"

"It sure is," Spencer replied, trying to put on a southern accent. Hanna shook her head and laughed. "I've been practising while I've been here. Toby says my accent is amazing."

"Toby's lying to you," Hanna chuckled. "Oh yeah, how long do we have left here?"

The brunette turned left and was suddenly outside a large parking lot. She pulled into a space, pulled the keys out and looked at Hanna. "About two weeks. And then we can finally go back to New York!"

Hanna gave a slow nod but pursed her lips. "What about the store in Rosewood?"

Spencer sighed and opened the car door. As Hanna did the same, she slammed it shut and locked it. She started speedily walking in to a large building with a red canopy hanging above. Hanna wandered if Spencer had forgotten about her luggage. "Hanna, we've talked about this. I don't think we should open up a store there."

The blonde had to walk fast to keep up with her friend, who was now walking towards the elevator. "And I think we should." Hanna quickly jumped in as the door shut and Spencer pressed the number 4 button. "It would be kind of like a memorabilia. From our high school years?"

A bing sound echoed around the metal elevator and it stopped to a halt. The doors opened and once again, Spencer started walking fast. As she walked down a long hallway, with an uncountable amount of doors, she replied, "Hanna, how many times? I do not want to open up a store in the town we were tortured in for years. Is that clear enough?"

The girls came across a door with the number 562 and Spencer fumbled in her coat pocket for a key. She pulled it out and quickly unlocked it. The door unveiled a large, spacious room, with a king sized bed. There were a chest of oak wooden drawers and a large closet opposite the huge window that overlooked the city. Hanna gasped slightly.

Her mind reverted back to the conversation. "I don't think you've given it enough thought. A store in Rosewood could do really well."

"Hanna, listen to me. No." Spencer rolled her eyes as she laid down the key of the chest of drawers. "Right, this is your room. Mine and Toby's room is next door. Text me if you need anything."

And with that, Spencer left. Hanna gazed around the room for a moment, before pulling out her phone.

Finally in Dallas, she typed. Spencer's suuuuuuper moody, tho:(

Miss u sooo much.

The message was sent to Caleb, and it a very long hour before her screen lit up with a selfie she'd taken with him the previous day. A smile grew on Hanna's face and she swiped across to answer the call.

"Hey," she breathed. Hanna was now sitting cross-legged on the huge bed, and re-crossed her legs into a comfier position. "I miss you already."

"I miss you too, babe. So, Spencer's in a bad mood?" Caleb replied. Hanna heard the scrunching of a packet and imagined him eating a bag of chips.

"Yep. I may have brought up something she isn't a fan of, and that kind of set her off." The blonde reached for a bottle of water on the side and attempted to unscrew it with one hand. It didn't work, and she ended up having to put Caleb on loud speaker and drop the phone on the bed.

Caleb's voice now echoed around the room. "Oh yeah, what was this thing she wasn't a fan of?"

Hanna took a big gulp of water before replying, "It's nothing. But she got kind of pissy and left me alone in my hotel room. She's probably getting busy with Toby right now."

"Ew, Han, why would you say that?" Caleb laughed. "Anyway, enough of taking about Spencer and her getting busy with Toby. I wish you could be back here in Rosewood. Or I could be there in Dallas."

The blond let out a long, loud sigh. Right now, she really wanted a hug from Caleb. Just a nice and calm hug. Was that so much to ask for? "Can we not talk about the fact can't be together? I miss you so much for that."

"Okay." There was a silence on the other end of the phone as he thought of what to say, before Caleb's voice perked up again. "Is Dallas nice?"

"It seems okay so far. I've only seen the route to the hotel, but it looks alright, I suppose," Hanna replied half-heartedly. She noticed a piece of paper on the bedside table and reached over to grab it. Hanna leaned a little too far, and had to grip the sheets to stop herself from falling off. A small scream left her lips before she heaved herself back up.

"Han?" Caleb asked, sounding slightly panicked. Hanna huffed and repositioned herself on the bed with the paper now in her hands. She started unfolding the paper and realised it was a leaflet for a holiday company. "Hello, Hanna? Are you still there?"

The blonde scanned through the long paragraphs of detail and came across a few destinations. She suddenly had the best idea ever. "We should go on holiday together," she blurted out.

"What?" Caleb exclaimed, taken aback by the sudden suggestion. "Holiday? Han, you've only just got back to work."

Hanna tutted and threw the brochure to the side. "Well in a couple of weeks, I'll be back in New York and back on regular working time. I just thought maybe we could go on a long weekend away together."

"We'll see." The brunette chomped on his bag of chips as Hanna simultaneously drunk from her water bottle. As he swallowed a chip, he said, "You don't know how much I miss your face right now."

Hanna felt her cheeks rise as a smile grew. "I could probably guess from how much I miss you."

"I love you, Han."

Before Hanna could reply, there was a loud knock at the door and Spencer's voice bellowed through. "Hanna, open up. It's me."

The blonde jumped from the bed and hurried over, her phone still in her hand. When she realised Caleb was still on the line, she quickly said, "Spencer's here. I gotta go." She hung up and chucked the IPhone onto the table nearby, hoping it wouldn't hit anything hard and break. Hanna then proceeded to unlock the hotel's door to find Spencer tapping her boot against the red carpet. "Hey," she breathed.

Spencer invited herself in and started walking through, passing Hanna. "Were you just on the phone?"

"No," Hanna lied. Her voice was came out as a squeak; something it also did when she wasn't telling the truth.

Spencer was well aware of this and raised her right eyebrow. "I heard you talking, Hanna. Was it anyone special?" She smirked when she said the word special and Hanna rolled her eyes.

"It was just my mom." The blonde padded bare-foot across the carpet and reached the windows, where she started tugging at the curtains to close them.

"Since when does your mom sound like a guy?"

Hanna carried on pulling at the curtain across, blocking out the sunset. "Since when have you become such an expert of hearing people on the phone through a door?"

"Sorry I asked," the brunette replied sarcastically. "Anyway. I forgot to tell you earlier that we have a meeting with a new client tomorrow. She's actually from New York, so we'll finish the job there, but she wants to give us the details and stuff now for some reason."

"What time?" Hanna finally finishing drawing the curtains and headed over to her bed, Spencer following. As she climbed onto it, Spencer perched herself at the end. She noticed the holiday flyer lying by her, and curiously picked it up. Hanna leant over the bed and snatched it from her hands. "Do you mind? That's personal."

Spencer furrowed her eyebrows, confused. Hanna sure was acting weird. "Why is going holiday personal?"

"It just is," Hanna mumbled shyly. She looked down and picked at the dark red bedsheets.

It suddenly clicked to Spencer that her friend was hiding something. "You were on the phone to a guy! Who is he? Is he someone in New York?"

The blonde shook her head. She didn't want to tell anyone about Caleb; not yet anyway. "I was not. I told you, it was just my mom. I'm thinking of taking her on holiday out of Rosewood. You know, to get away from the whole Ted dying thing?"

Although she was still suspicious, Spencer pretended to believe the blonde. After a few moments of awkwardness, she headed towards the hotel door. Before she could lay her hand on the handle, Hanna called out, "You never answered my question. What time is the meeting tomorrow?"

"10."

A/N - i wonder who the client could be ;))

so i haven't actually got any reviews on this, but reading back on the previous chapters, i realised i didn't detail hanna and spencer's business as much as i could have done, so ill quickly clear some stuff up you make be wandering about.

so hanna and spencer created their business the year they left college. it's a wedding dress boutique, that originated in new york. they expanded it to a few more states, and now have it all across the country. they travel around, hence why they were in la and now in dallas, but dallas is their final place. or is it ;)

that might not be relevant, but oh well.

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